I have an Acme Thunderer from my Fag Scout days, which we used to maintain contact in the wildnerness. Holy fuck we must have annoyed a lot of woodland creatures. Good to know it would buy me a month or so of Corbin Fisher.
Not a nice way to talk about your great-great-aunt, and it is not only beautiful women who are at risk of rape. But I bet San Francisco was a hell of a town back then.
@2, my Capitol Hill Cub Scout den went orienteering down at Point Defiance Park one fine afternoon and promptly got lost. Not a whistle among us. We were lost kind of a long time.
It was your Great Great Grandmother's rape whistle, honey. She was the one who Waltzed with Ugly. Your great great aunt just wasn't a morning person. Anyway, these days no one needs a rape whistle, just a tighter vagina. Or fluids that dissolve soft male tissue. Or you are lying and it's not legitimate rape as much as vaginal indifference. In that case, I recommend your Second Cousin Twice Removed (and three times inserted) Hump Harmonica. It's less shrill, as a lady should be.
It's weird how some relict clean/reverent part of me wants to blush at making suggestive comments in front of ciennasmommy, but the lady herself does much to put me at ease.
Your grandma's explanation is just about the best short, short story I'm going to promise you I'm not going to steal, no matter how tempted I am.
FWIW, based on the 5 minutes of internet research I just did, it appears that the risk of being raped does in fact increase with attractiveness.