understall fun: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

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