((ooh, happy bday to him!))<br/><br/>The cab arrived surprisingly rapidly, the cabbie no doubt hoping for a repeat performance of the view he'd had last time. At her question, he looked like Christmas had arrived early.<br/>"Hey, you got the money, I know the perfect place. My cousin runs it, he's ok. I'm due for a break, I'll take you in and introduce you, ok?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, he swung away from the curb and was soon zooming into the depths of the city. The place he eventually pulled up outside was exceedingly discrete, a tiny plaque by a recessed door announcing 'Monterelli's Designer Wear'. The cabbie explained a little further as he opened the door for her and led her into the depths of the building.<br/>"My aunt, she was a clothing designer back in Sicily, you know? A strong woman. Anyway, when we came out here, she passed away and her son took over the business. He had a thing for the ladies, soon figured the best way to get to them was through clothes. He likes them 'odd', so he makes odd clothes. I think he'll have what you're looking for, without going to some porn dive."<br/>Indeed, the shop was getting more interesting the further they went in. The normal-looking clothes on subtly lit racks soon gave way to items made from leather, or complicated lace, or PVC.<br/>