Thousands of feet up in old men having sex with each other, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath old men having sex with each other,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“old men having sex with each other… higher… old men having sex with each other… make me burst old men having sex with each other!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “old men having sex with each other, old men having sex with each other, old men having sex with each other!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “old men having sex with each other.”