“Look Jules, I used an old fashioned remedy, something I had picked up years ago from an old friend. He always swore it worked but I had never seen it done before. I gave you some while you were sleeping. You were tossing and moaning and I knew you’d wake up jonesing so I gave it a try.” The lie came quick and easy, a skill that life with the dregs cultivated, but the lies made my head throb with guilt. “I should have asked first, I’m sorry.” I looked at her, watching the lie filter through her mind as the human tendency to fear the unnatural convinced her that my story was plausible.