Chris had just ordered room service after a long day of seminars and networking.  It was the first chance he had to get off his feet or touch base with his wife to see how she was managing back home since He had left Thursday morning.  Laying on the comfortable twin size hotel bed, he reached for his cellphone and called his wife.<br/><br/>It went to voicemail. He checked his watch, and even though it was 6 PM on the west coast, he figured she wouldn't be asleep just yet at 9 PM.  He left the following text message:<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>Hey Hun. Just checking in on you. I'm exhausted!!  Couldn't wait to get back to the room and kick my shoes off.  The new ones you bought me look great, but need some breaking in.  Anyways Call me when you get this. I kinda miss you ;)  --Chris</strong></em></div><br/>He rubbed his sore heel and set his phone down, making sure the ringer was turned up loud enough should she call back.  Chris flipped through the channels on the small hotel TV, leaving it on ESPN for the moment.<br/><br/>A knock on the door and he sprung to his feet, his saliva glands all ready in full effect as he was craving their angus burger and fries.<br/>