1, The fear is exiting my rear.
2. Morning constitution
3. About 98.6 as I’ve been holding it between my legs for hours wondering if that miscreant of a boss is going to try to straddle me again while pushing her heavy double D boobs into my face and begging me to just give them a little suckle while at the same time trying to force her hand between my tightly closed legs, which, mind you, are not yet clenching the aforementioned gun.