The Raindancer takes us to the shores of Lake Mead for an outdoor shoot. She is radiant and vigorous beneath the Sun, and soon it is Ingo and me and Sandie who are melting, not just from the rays falling upon us from the solar system, but from the energy swirling from her skin, flames of desire and ambition. I once said of her that she was "mildly ambitious" and these words inflamed her. She throws them back at me whenever she can: She wants to make a movie this weekend and she's waiting on me, she says. It's all about you, she says, repeatedly, smiling or frowning, "And there better be a payoff if I take all this tease, because my frustration if your teasing falls through might get you hurt."