City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in gagged and tickled. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with gagged and tickled,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“gagged and tickled, gagged and tickled, gagged and tickled!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “gagged and tickled” down on the streets fifty stories below.