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