most of them ended with me in his arms , his mouth on mine , and by the time i got home , i 'd convinced myself this was all going to work out . and he was a damned sore loser . `` should you be telling me this ? '' at least one less foe tormented her . please , lord , tell me what to do ! he kept up the argument even as the two men rode away in the distance . she continued to stare at the scars on his back . 