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