Let's Unwind

I even gave examples of many Nigerian banks with engineers serving as general managers. "It's only half-baked engineers who work in banks," he used to say. "That is not correct. Based on the number of calculation courses that require critical analyses that we are exposed to, engineers are critical thinkers." I went on. "We do more math courses than accountants, economists, and a slew of other courses you think are appropriate for bank work." "Anyway, if you guys screw up, we'll ban you and the banks as well." Samuel finished. I gave up on him because he was a case study.

Odili arrived a few days before the exam, demanding notes, materials, text books, and even robotics lessons. It was extremely demanding of him. I had other classes to attend, and my project was still on hold. Whenever I choose a book to read, he will pull out a robotics material and begin asking me questions. It was so irritating that I left the room and went to Rita's. I packed a few personal items. I reached into my bag and pulled out my stolen question as well as the answers to four of the questions, neatly solved on two plain sheets of paper. I went over the solution once more. I almost have them all memorized.

I don't need the paper; I planned to revise it and then take the exam without it. When I looked at it again, I noticed that the majority of them were inscribed in my memory. I won't require them again. Odili came in as I was deciding what to do with them, and I quickly shoved it under the bed. Odili and I talked for a while. He was still complaining about not understanding all of the Robotics lecture notes I had given him. I informed him that the HOD had given us some pointers on where to focus our attention and how the exam would look. His gaze was fixed on me, indicating that he was more than interested.

I requested that he bring all of the lecture notes, and I took the time to highlight specific areas, simulations, equations, and systems that were required to answer the questions I already had. It was more than sufficient. He thanked me profusely, and I left for Rita's. I shoved the stolen question paper and its solutions under the bed, forgetting about them.

I spent the last few days before the exam at Rita's. She was also studying for her degree exam in History and International Studies. She wasn't putting in a lot of effort.

She still had time to watch movies, go on outings, and socialize with her friends. I made certain that I was not a liability to her. Although she was delighted to have me over, I still gave her the necessary space when her friends arrived. The sex at night was fantastic. It was an excellent way to unwind after a long day. We'd make love over and over, eventually collapsing in each other's arms to sleep it off. I'm a light sleeper who occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night to read. I'll be turned on after a few minutes of reading and staring at Rita's almost naked body lying carelessly on the bed.

On such occasions, I will kiss her until she awakens, and then we will resume our love making. She was always prepared to fuck me. The s'e'x in the early hours of the morning was fantastic. She will occasionally wake up and wait for me to wake up. We'd dive back into each other with that revitalized body system and my d'kk's automatic early morning erection. I call Jane every now and then, and we talk for a long time. She sounded normal, and I was confident that nothing was wrong.

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The exam began, and within a week, I had completed my first two papers, including the Control Process. They were good, the control process was rough, but I was confident I made a good tackle.