A young Scottish lad and lass were sitting on a low stone wall,
holding hands, gazing out over the loch. For several minutes they
sat silently, then finally the girl looked at the boy and said, "A
penny for your thoughts, Angus." "Well, uh, I was
thinkin'...perhaps it's aboot time for a wee kiss."
The girl blushed, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on
the cheek. Then he blushed. The two turned once again to gaze out
over the loch.
Minutes passed, then the girl spoke again. "Another penny for
your thoughts, Angus." "Well, uh I was thinkin'...perhaps its noo
aboot time for a wee cuddle." The girl blushed, then leaned over
and cuddled him for a few seconds. Then he blushed. Then the two
turned once again to gaze out over the loch.
After a while, she again said, "Another penny for your
thoughts, Angus." "Well! , uh I was thinkin'...perhaps its aboot
time you let me pewt ma hand on yer leg." The girl blushed, then
took his hand and put it on her knee. Then he blushed. Then the
two turned once again to gaze out over the loch before the girl
spoke again.
"Another penny for your thoughts, Angus." The young man
glanced down with a furled brow. "Well, noo," he said, "My
thoughts are a wee bit more serious this time."
"Really?" said the girl in a whisper, filled with anticipation.
"Aye," said the lad, nodding. The girl looked away in shyness,
began to blush, and bit her lip in anticipation of the ultimate
request.
And he said, "Din'na ye think it's aboot time ye paid me the
first three pennies?"