Dear Diary, I lucked out this morning in a BIG way. Dr. Hawthorne left his apartment just as the elevator was about to leave our floor. Bonus fantasy points for the fact that he was talking on his phone as he sprinted toward me. Technically, he was racing to catch the elevator, but I was standing front and center in it. Whenever I hear him speak it's like liquid pleasure in the middle of an orgasm drought. The...