Suzie had never lied to anyone. Not even a small white lie. That was until she started working for Torchwood. Then her life became a catalogue of untruths and invention. Suzie didn't like where Torchwood was leading her but there was nothing she could do about it. She was in too deep now.
That was why, when it came to the glove, lying was so easy. It was second nature to pretend she didn't know where it was when Jack came looking or didn't know it had begun to control her mind. Lying was natural. Deceit was easy. Suzie knew Jack didn't believe her, that he suspected something, but she didn't care. The glove was worth the deception.
The only person Suzie didn't lie to was Max. She told him everything. About her life; her present and her past. And then she wiped his memory.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, she told herself, but telling lies won't hurt me.