A 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, I was thinking" . . . perhaps its 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 and then the girl spoke again,
"Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well I was thinking . . .perhaps its now about 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 over the loch.
After a while, she again said,"Another penny for your thoughts Angus."
"Well I was thinking . . .perhaps its aboot time you let me put my hand
on your 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 over
the loch, before the girl spoke again. "Another penny for your thoughts
Angus." The young man glanced down with a furled brow. "Well, now,"
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, "Don't you think its aboot time ye paid me the first
three pennies ?"