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