Undisclosed past

Months pass, and time works in my favor. I am an excellent investigator, and the child, now at peace in my home, begins to confide in me more than he should. I pamper him, congratulate him, and silently accept all of his sexist remarks, expecting my retaliation. Finally, I uncover all of the essential facts, and my investigation takes me to a certain person. I decide to act on a Tuesday morning. My garden is bathed in sunlight. I put on my glasses and go online. It's astonishing how powerful social media can be in revealing secret connections and difficult pasts. A girl's photo appears on the screen. She has short hair that is shaved on the sides. She dresses sportily, wears ripped pants, and has a large tattoo on her right arm. I smile and launch the chat app.

I dressed fairly elegantly for the occasion, wearing a crew-neck t-shirt and carrying a luxury purse. The female on my left is diametrically opposed to me. She's young, perhaps just out of high school, and shorter than me. The feminine essence is revealed by the facial features and the attractiveness of the eyes, but does not shine through the attire. Ylenia is dressed in sweatpants and sneakers, with a black hoodie over her shoulders. The hair is worn somewhat long above and short on the sides, showing a pair of little earrings that are not the same. The tomboy doesn't wear lipstick, but there's a layer of makeup on her eyes, which now are moving cautiously on the gym sign. I'm also keeping an eye on the entryway. It appears to be a trendy, modern, and well functional martial arts gym. "Do you want us to come in?" I ask, and she nods amusedly. The gym we enter smells of male sweat. We enter a large room covered with tatami mats and with a small mma cage on one side of the wall.

There are few girls training with each other in a corner, while most of the boys are trying techniques around a ring, followed by a bold, big, muscular instructor. On either side of the ring there are very young guys. They were all young, thin, and shirtless. Finally, in the ring, I found the young man I was looking for. Jonathan stood there, his sweaty muscles glowing in the light. He was barefoot, as were all of them, and his shorts revealed powerful legs, which I had noticed several times. Aside from gloves and knee pad, the boy wore only a black gym short. His opponent is a strong Asian man. The two are exchanging kick boxing shots at a **** and speed that would scare almost any woman in the world. But the two females approaching were not ordinary ones. We get to the ring ropes. Jonathan has just finished delivering a devastating kick towards his opponent who is now holding his stomach. With a smile on his face he turns and finally sees me. "Mrs Jenkins what a surprise!" he exclaims, clearly confused, "What do I owe the visit to? Do you want to take a trial lesson?". The smile on the boy's face fades as he sees the young girl next to me. "Ylenia..", he whispers, in a faint voice.

"Hello big brother!", the tomboy yells, with a grin on his face "I've missed you in these months! Where are you now?". "I...I...was busy..." he whispers, clearly embarrassed. His face has turned funereal. "Oh really? But you know I was getting ready for that underground match right? My male opponent has more or less your stats so you could have been useful!". "I was busy...but we'll talk about it later!", he says turning around, but you stop him. "Jonathan what a shame! We are here and you don't even dedicate time to us? Rude! You know we had the opportunity to exchange opinions with your sister. I told her about your sexism and how strong and good you are in martial arts. ..". Ylena laughs "Still this load of bullshit big bro? Is it possible that you never learn?". Several athletes stopped and are observing us. "Please Mrs Jenkins..." the boy begs you, addressing you more than the young girl, "...please...I'm sorry...sorry if I've been disrespectful." He's terrified.