Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in gettin it 2006. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than gettin it 2006,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “gettin it 2006” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “gettin it 2006” climax ever recorded.