Pick Me Up! – 30 May 2019

I’dfirst

beenasked

tosellmy

scantiesin

mywilder

days

RavenNix,33,

fromBristol,

sellsherdirtyundies

for

cash. But the reason why

will shock you...

H

e was big, fuzzy

and had the most

gorgeous brown eyes

I’d ever seen.

‘You’re so

handsome,’ I gushed,

peppering his face with kisses.

Squizzles twitched his nose.

He was a giant Flemish

rabbit, not a hunky boyfriend!

But I loved him more than I

could any man. And I loved his

girlfriend Thumper, too.

In fact, when it came to

animals, I loved them all.

So when I moved into a new

ground-floor flat in Bristol five

years ago, my beloved bunnies

came with me.

Only soon, it wasn’t just my

rabbits who were staying.

Theflathada brokencatflap,

andonedaya blackandwhite

Cuddles

with poorly

Paisley

gasped, quickly pouring the cat

some milk. Soon the skinny

kitty, who I named Thomas,

was a regular visitor.

Most days, coming home

from my carer’s job, I’d find

him curled on the sofa, eager to

tuck into a bowl of cat food.

Word must have got out that

I was a soft touch, because soon

every stray mog in the area was

popping in for a visit.

I didn’t have the heart to

turn them away.

I just bought more food and

toys and let them make

themselves at home.

Back and forwards to the

local supermarket for cat food,

I soon got a reputation.

‘It’sthecatladyagain,’staff

wouldsmile.

friends

could see

me now!

I thought.

See, in my teens I’d had a

much racier image.

Standing 5ft 4in tall, and

a curvy size-12, I’d modelled

saucy underwear.

I still had a Facebook page

formy modelling and did a few

bitsnow and again,

hough I’d put on

w pounds over

years!

hen one day in

4, a message

pedup in

inbox.

uld you sell me

of your worn

ngs? it said.

hadto laugh. I’d

been asked to sell my

tiesin my wilder days,

years earlier.

ackthen, I’d been so

kedI’d nearly choked on

ea.

uta quick Google had

own loads of people sold

their worn undies to kinky

strangers, so I’d thought,

Why not?

These days, I preferred a

comfy pair of big pants to a

thong. But this latest message

made me think...

I could sell my

knickers to pay for

cat food, vet’s bills,

and hay for the

rabbits’ bedding!

Well, my carer’s

job didn’t pay much,

and it wouldn’t do

anyone any harm.

So I bought an

eight-pack of

thongs from Sainsbury’s for £6

and wore each one for a day

before flogging it for anywhere

from £10 to £20 a pop!

I easily found customers in

Facebook singles’ groups, and

some approached me directly.

I advertised it online, and

w

c

£10-£20

a pair!

My life-savin