Thousands of feet up in twitch thothub, 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 twitch thothub,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“twitch thothub… higher… twitch thothub… make me burst twitch thothub!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “twitch thothub, twitch thothub, twitch thothub!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “twitch thothub.”