As "The West Wing" prepares to air its final episode next month, a former high-priced New York call girl has penned a salacious tell-all that includes her two years of allegedly kinky, crack-fueled dalliances with the show's creator, Aaron Sorkin.

"He liked touching silky stockings and lacy underwear," says Ekmektsis. But the frillery and pot-smoking, she says, escalated to crack cocaine: "He wanted to know what was in [his crack], so he made it himself."

Sorkin's sexual predilections are far less interesting to us than the telling detail about making his own crack; it's precisely this dedication to craft, whether one's constructing rapid-fire backstage White House banter or cooking up the perfect rock, that separates an Emmy winner from a guy who's toiling in According to Jim staff writer obscurity.