from home and walk naked but in stiletto heels'. Then go naked in stilettos, arms atop your head for 15 blocks. Each of the Thriller B's had done a variation on the Nude Night Walk at some point that summer. Only once did one daredevil, Barb, end up walking back as the sun was near rising.

In September, all three enrolled the same nearby Community College, but they found the demands of their studies much greater than high school homework assignments. They knew they just wouldn't have enough time to carry on as they had and each girl wanted to devote more time to their school work. Beverley had enrolled in a Visual Arts program, Barb in Photography & Film production, and Bette was now taking Career/Business Courses.

Each ofthe girls had been lucky enough during the summer to land part-time, entry-level jobs related to their chosen fields. Bev had a clerical position at a local art studio, Barb was behind the counter at a camera shop and Bette worked stacking inventory at the local Wal-Mart store. She had hopes of rising in the ranks of that corporation some day.

Together they make a pact; they would chance one last bet that would leave the loser doing naughty and risky stuff devised by the other two. The bet would yield naughtier and riskier results than ever before. This had been inspired one night after watching that classic school soft-porn flick, Triple-Dog Dare.

They called it a Triple-Bitch Dare wager, the crowning glory to the years together as the Thriller