Lauren closed the magazine and looked up at Frank.<br/><br/>“ I am yet to find a man who doesn’t see me as his trophy and wants to possess me.” She grimaced and looked out of the window overlooking the front yard. “They all wanted me to stop singing except at cocktail parties to show me off and in between that kindly spread my legs and bear their children.”<br/><br/>Lauren scoffed and resumed reading after one last glance outside. “Frankie, be a dear and close that window, there seems to be a small dust storm coming.”