Actually, I don't think that: I know that. I would rather walk away completely, let them either drop the idea or have someone else balls it up, that's...up to them."She looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I thought that would be the line." Shrugged. "Actually, I'd have been disappointed if it hadn't been. I'd hate to think of you as just another bullshit merchant, talking the talk right up to the point that serious money enters the equation."She paused and I began to interject - something self effacing,. The id operates based on the pleasure principle, which demands immediate gratification of needs. Bobby’s id was strong, and his talent helped him make it strong in those around him. Or at least in me. Thankfully, his ego was also strong, as was his willingness to keep his talents in check.What was missing with Bobby was his superego. Freud would have said his upbringing prevented him from forming internalized morals and standards, usually acquired from our parents, family, and society at large.. With water in him and the sun past zenith, he felt better. The track was visible, but not easy, and it took Sam nearly half an hour to get to the rockhole. It was barely damp. He sat down to think.There was a shallow gully in the red-brown landscape running north-east to south-west, site of a long-ago stream. This might be Wilgena, but there were no sheep in sight – of course, though there were a few acacia shrubs, there was nothing for them to eat. Sam picked up a handful of stones and picked. You wait -- he'll be back..." So you knocked down, what, three hundred?" I asked, grinning."Sumpthin' like that." Okay, on the books, I paid you your forty-five," I told her. "I don't know anything about the rest." I'm likin' that mighty fine!" Lizbeth declared. "G'night, Don!" Good night, Lizbeth." I shook my head, grinning, then turned to Luz. "You passed it up?" Lizbeth needed the work, Boss. I don't like Tony, anyway." Hey, it's your call."Gladys laughed and laughed.Thursday morning, I had.