To the naked eye, it might seem like we already know so much about Anna Chapman, the only Russian spy arrested last week anyone cares about. Her employment history includes Barclays, Navigator Capital, and NetJets. She is “full of self-control.” She is “extremely professional and resourceful.” “Ambitious.” “Forward-thinking.” She may have made a mark out of Dr. Doom, the Oracle of O and the man, the myth, the legend, the grand high poobah of it all, Cookie Monster himself.

But, of course, there’s one thing we’ve yet to get any intel on, which is, how does this broad fuck? I mean, really. She may have bedded three of Wall Street’s most notorious bachelors and we’ve heard nothing? Nary a peep? It’s not right. Luckily, over the weekend, an ex-husband surfaced, more than willing to offer some color on the matter.

Take it away, Alex Chapman. “Anya was great in bed and she knew exactly what to do. She was awesome. For the first few months we met for sex about five days a week. We loved it.”

Alright, interesting. And then what happened? “She also liked posing for pictures.”

Really, pictures? That sounds like fun. I bet you don’t carry them around in your wallet or anything, though. Continue reading »