One night my friend John and I were sitting at a bar where he used to work, when an attractive woman, a former co-worker, came in and sat next to him. She told him she had just had a fight with her husband, a police officer, and needed to get out of the house for a while.
They had been talking for a few minutes when, as a joke, I leaned over to John. "Don’t look now," I whispered, "but a guy about six-five just walked in. And he’s got a gun."
Without hesitating, John turned to me. "Quick, Ed," he said, "kiss me on the lips."