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