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