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