RVA: Summervixen Redux. rated Mature for discussions of sexuality.

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 "You've been holding out on me, Rolas," Melanie accused. They were back home on Fixen Prime, a few months after visiting Salli. Rolas was sitting in a straight backed chair, doing bicep curls while wearing a pair of grav weights on his wrists, which allowed him to exercise those delicious muscles of his without bothering with a weight bench.

"What do you mean?" Rolas asked, his voice strained as he lifted his right wrist.

Melanie grabbed a chair and sat backwards upon it, resting her arms on the back. "You never told me what a pretty vixen you made when you were a teen," she said.

( And he'll be even prettier shortly. )