*** Raising my eyebrow, I looked at my father. Then I heard noises towards the stairs area. Looking over there, I felt my heart skip a beat. There she was, walking ever so gracefully down the stairs with a look of annoyance on her face. When she finally stood in front of us, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. She had long straight hair, that stopped at the middle of her back. Boobs that looked like they belong in Hooters. A small waist, and thighs for days. Licking my lips, I hugged her. I wanted to get a sly feel of those boobs. "I'm November," I said. "Rhain."