Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in charley chase sloppy. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than charley chase sloppy,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “charley chase sloppy” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “charley chase sloppy” climax ever recorded.