"Yeah, I think it looks pretty close to horse hair if its from the tail. I think the hair off the head is like ours," Lily replied. Looking at Kat, she spoke softly.
"Well, if you listen to Ford, sex is like riding an M1-A1 Abrahams tank through Valhalla whilst a herald of valkyries play none other than the Ride of the Valkyries as you mow down Nazis and Roman Legions across the halls of Asgard. Oh, and Chewbacca drives the darn thing and you're dressed as the Wolverine (from the comics, early 90s era) and Clint Eastwood mans the gun and Jason Bourne is the engineer. The sheer awesomeness would make you explode OH! How could I forget? Freddie Mercury is standing on the main gun brandishing his guitar and a claymore shouting battle calls." Lily was barely able to get the words all out before busting out in laughter.
"Ok," she continued after regaining control of herself, "Sorry. I have spent a bit too much time talking with Ford as of late he is rubbing off on me. I guess the best way to describe it is that its, well, at least I thought it was pretty good. Ford was different from Blake, but there really isn't one that was better than the other. It's odd." Lily looked at Kat again, then straight ahead. "It's odd that there can be such a difference, but still be amazing, you know?" She wasn't sure if she was explaining it well, but the whole sex thing was confusing to her. Yes, she had been with two very different guys, and had two very different experiences, but she really couldn't understand how she couldn't say one was better than the other.