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