Roger becomes paranoid and searches the room.

Roger became panicked. He had unwittingly brought his wife along into some madman's twisted game and now they are at the mercy of a dead man! The newlywed immediate got up from his chair and marched to the door. It was locked! A chill went down his spine. He went for the window. The old Victorian frame was guarded shut with wrought iron gating, to keep interlopers out, or prisoners in... Roger's panic grew. He started tossing the room for some sort of tool to pry open the door. The cabinet was full of dusty old clothes, the closet had boxes of knickknacks, a golf set and a chest. The chest was ornate, bridled with what appeared to be gold inlay on a richly colored hardwood. Roger tried to open it, but it was latched shut with an old fashioned metal lock. He wondered if there was a key around to find it.

Searching more meticulously, Roger checked the nightstand, the dresser drawers, under the bed and started moving furniture around, but found nothing. Finally, he went back to the computer station to check on his wife. The camera remained trained on her. Roger paid closer attention and realized she was the only one left in the room! Roger's mind raced to figure out what had happened. Then it dawned on him; the game has already begun! He sat down and picked up the mouse, figuring out how to move the camera with it. Surely enough, no one else was in the room but his wife. She remained uncomfortably hot with her hair now matting her forehead. Her dress sticking tightly on her skin revealing her slim, nubile figure underneath.

Becky got up from her seat and started flapping her dress to pull it off her skin. She started walking around, tugging at the clothing, trying to get the skirt to move some air. Finally, in desperation to find some relief, she hiked up her skirt, revealing her silky pink panties, then pulled the dress over her head! She straightened up and took a satisfied breath. Lifting her bra-less breasts up and down with a jiggle. Then, she nonchalantly blotted her face with the dress as she looked around. Feeling herself alone and unsupervised, she was in no rush to redress in the oppressive heat.

Roger was intrigued by his wife's actions, feeling a little guilty for spying on her like he was. It did stir something in him loins that he had to **** himself to ignore. Becky would kill him if she found out he just sat there and watched her while there were more pressing matters at hand.

He would have to hurry to catch up if he wanted that inheritance. Was he going to play along now or will he continue his search?