What does a boy have to do to deserve being strapped to a cage with a shock collar on, with myself and Marisol teasing to our heart's desires? Well. He’s not just any boy. He’s my neighbor, and we’ve known each other for a while. Mainly because he likes to peek through my windows at inappropriate times if you know what I mean. Even Marisol has seen him hanging around when she comes over, so she has to join in on our fun. Pervy neighbor has learned his lesson I think. Unless he’s hungry for more punishments...