Artist	Song
Linda Ronstadt	Get Out of Town
Quarterflash	Cruisin' With the Deuce
Kenny Rogers	I Don't Need You
Leon Russell	Stranger in a Strange Land
Quarterflash	Harden My Heart
Alamaba	Lady Down on Love
Quarterflash	Walking On Ice
Rick Springfield	Don't Talk to Strangers
Nick Carter	Heart Without a Home
Quarterflash	Shakin' the Jinx
JoJo	Not That Kind of Girl
Quarterflash	Caught In the Rain
Rick Springfield	What Kind of Fool Am I
Quarterflash	It All Becomes Clear
Maureen McGovern	Are You There (With Another Girl)
Marlene Dietrich	Just a Gigolo
Quarterflash	Love Without a Net (You Keep Falling)
Dusty Springfield	You Don't Own Me
Quarterflash	Find Another Fool
Charlene	I've Never Been to Me

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After several blissful months in Point Hope, Alaska, Judy felt as if she could go on living there for the rest of her days. And she just might have if not for the incident involving Stanley Fairweather and the polar bears: The chore wheel indicated that it was Judy's turn to clean the landing strip break-room on Wednesday. According to qualified analysts, half a tuna sandwich and several Hostess HoHos had been improperly disposed of on Wednesday afternoon, drawing two large polar bears to the scene that same evening. Stanley Fairweather, the landing strip's elderly night watchman, had lost both arms, his left ear and the tip of his nose to the two hungry beasts by the time the village roosters began to announce the break of day on Thursday. Stanley had been a friend to Judy and he took the attack in stride, bearing no grudge against her for her careless disregard for the safety of others. The rest of the townsfolk, however, were not so forgiving. The welcome wagon that had once greeted her with rapturous fanfare was rolled back into the storage shed, the doors fastened with heavy locks. In time, the only people in town who regarded Judy without disgust or suspicion were those who ignored her altogether. "I can't go on like this, I just can't," Judy murmured into her half-empty jug of bootlegged firewater. With mounting concern, Mustafa measured Judy's mental and physical decline with every Alaskan delivery. Finally he could take it no more. He loved her, dammit, and he wasn't going to sit by and watch her wither away like a fragile daffodil, groping for sunlight from beneath the winter's first blanket of snow. After soliciting an inebriated acceptance to his proposal of marriage, Mustafa threw Judy over his muscular shoulder like a sack of lima beans, hoisting her into his cargo plane, homeward bound. Mustafa kept a humble abode in the holy Shiite city of Najaf, just a few miles south of Baghdad. After regaining her wits and taking in her strange new surroundings, Judy was at first worried that the current wave of political unrest in this remarkably foreign land could set her in the path of danger. But it soon dawned on her that with thousands of armed American soldiers on constant vigil throughout all of Iraq twenty-four hours a day, she was in one of the safest places on Earth. She settled in, and by adding new curtains and a shaggy brown throw rug, she was able to turn Mustafa's house into a home. They lived together there in tranquil harmony for many, many hours. Several days had passed, and although Mustafa decorated her with expensive jewels, dressed her in the finest robes and turbans and satisfied her with lavish twelve-course dinners in Najef's most popular restaurants, she couldn't help but sense that something was amiss. She thought it odd that she was locked in her quarters at night; Mustafa secretly left substantial sums of money on her nightstand following each of their romantic interludes. Last, but certainly not least, there were days when as many as thirteen cleaning ladies visited their tiny dwelling in a single afternoon. It was Milani Haddad, the fish-seller's fleshy and corpulent wife, who first let the cat out of the bag. She told Judy everything she ever wanted to know, but was afraid to ask about the muta'a, or "pleasure marriage," in which a man invites an unmarried lady to enter a temporary marriage agreement, allowing him to use her to satisfy his most lascivious desires. In return, the "bride" receives a small allowance to help pay the bills or to spend on an afternoon of shopping. Adding insult to injury, the fish-seller's wife gleefully blurted that Judy was notch twenty-seven in Mustafa's ever-lengthening muta'a belt. Horrified that she had stumbled so blindly (and drunkenly) into this most disreputable arrangement - and humiliated that she had allowed Mustafa to pull his musky man-wool over her eyes - Judy frantically began to formulate her plan of escape.

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