The Boundaries of Imprecise Patience

Something very limiting and particular is happening here early at night in the trailer park's dog park. There is a younger man that flirts with my Nurse excessively, not only in front of me, but also behind my back. He makes it seem like a joke, he also asked me (hmm) if I could lend her for the weekend, because he needs someone to analyze his love life, a person that judging from her heels hasn't watched as much porn as the rest of humanity.
So, this man, born in 1975, who is single and very much in distress, is a bit like Spartacus, but not a brain surgeon, not that smart, his attitude in fact towards life and people could be the exact opposite of any brain surgeon, yet it is quite similar in a brainless way and other odd things. Spartacus too is like this man, only so different. The penpal from outer Mongolia of course is the only man that could win over her heart, hadn't it been already won by Clio.
We met this exact man in particular in our walks with Clio, he has a dog and we met other people as well, all with their dogs, as you know.
Yesterday George, the name of the man, rubbed her neck all of a sudden and just the other day I was saying that I very much like her neck in particular. She had to tell me that Spartacus had also rubbed her neck, after a piece of cake as he described it brain surgery, which made me very sad, because she cannot stop telling the truth, especially the one that hurts.
She told me that indeed George in particular is a bit sensationally bold, that I may (hmm) have to try and control myself, but she may slap him one of these days in which case I may (hmm) have to try and not intervene. That would be bad for Clio, because she is now friends with some of the dogs, his in particular. It would probably be bad for anyone who thinks it's been so long since the last time he didn't control himself, as you know.