Today's the funeral. You can't believe he's gone, your father. This titan of industry who's reign has lasted, to you, forever. What's even more shocking is that he left everything to you, instead of his new wife. Iris. You remember the day you first met her. She always looked like a predator, but you could never look away. Consumed with lust you'd find any reason to be near her, and your father mistook that for a renewed interest in his business. You know, you can just feel, that she had something to do with his death. You can't prove it yet, but do you even want to? Now's your chance. Surely she must know, with those glances, and quick brushes as you pass her by in the house. You've fantasized about this, about her, and as the funeral winds down she beckons you over.