Amy Walsh thinks she has the perfect solution to fix her relationship's bedroom problems. A chastity cage, some denial, a bit of psychological conditioning. Two weeks, maybe three, and her boyfriend Kyle will last longer than three minutes. It's all very academic. Very controlled. Very her.Then she hears the music through the wall.Josh Whitmore is eighteen, arrogant, and living off his parents' money in the apartment next door. He's everything Amy should ignore. A kid. A nuisance. Completely off limits.Except when she goes to tell him to turn down his music, she sees something that makes her forget every rule she's ever had. Something that makes Kyle's respectable seven inches seem almost quaint. Something that makes her realize the cage was never about fixing Kyle at all.