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