[Storiesmaniac]

"So basically, we got very drunk in Amsterdam," Tim said as he took a bite of roast. "This is great, by the way."

"And after we spotted the INTERPOL car coming around the corner, we got scared," Kara continued as she took a sip of wine.

"Police figured we were up to something." Tim popped in a bite of mashed potatoes.

"So we fled the country," Kara shrugged.

Everyone at the table stared at the two, mouths agape in shock. Tim wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"You'd think we robbed the Bank of England with the glare they're giving us," he laughed.

"I'll add it on the list of things to do while in London."

"That's it?" Whit sputtered. "That's the reason why you're back in town? You were pretending to be a prostitute in Amsterdam, and you have INTERPOL tracing your ass in Europe - that's it?"

"She sounds a bit disappointed, doesn't she?" Tim asked with a laugh. "I take it you've done worse?"

"She said she'd be proud of me for doing such an act, actually," Kara shrugged. Kara exchanged looks at her mom and dad who were both red faced on the end of the table. "Did I mention I brought back presents for the two of you?"

"So," Robin started slowly. "Do you care to explain the gaping scar across my stomach and the ring you're hiding from everyone?"

Kara turned red and stared at Robin evilly.

"Ring?" Kara's mom looked at her and then at Whitney. "What ring?"

"The one that I thought was an engagement ring." Whit looked at Kara eyebrows raised.

"No clue what you're talking about," Kara shrugged.

"Oh, stuff and bother. Show them, Kara," Robin reached for Kara's right hand and pulled it up so everyone could see. Her fingers were bare.

"What ring?" Kara asked. "I see no ring."

"It's on your other hand then." Whit pointed. Kara raised that as well, bare fingers, all five.
"In your pocket?" Becka suggested.

"I'm wearing a skirt, gosh darn it." Kara stood up. "Would you all like to strip search me? Perhaps I could put on a little show on the countertops in the kitchen?"

"Would you?" Mike blurted and then covered his mouth, ashamed that that had come out so quickly with no chance of oppression. Everyone stared at him, and embarrassed, he sullenly sunk down in his seat.

"I'm done." Kara shook her head, her long brown hair shaking on her shoulders. "Thank you all..." She lifted up her almost empty wine glass. "...for such a wonderful evening."

With that she downed what was left and then stormed out of the house, the front door slamming hard behind her.