The madam opened the brothel door and saw a rather
dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early
fifties.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"I want to see
Valerie," the man replied.
"Sir, Valerie is one of our most
expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else," said the
madam.
"No. I must see Valerie," he replied.
Just then,
Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $5,000 a visit.
Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand dollars and gave them
to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly
left.
The next night, the same man appeared again, once more
demanding to see Valerie. The price was still $5,000. Again the man pulled
out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour,
he left.
The following night the man was there yet again. Both the
madam and Valerie were astounded that he had come for a third consecutive
night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.
After their
session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has ever been with me three
nights in a row. Where are you from?" she asked.
The man replied,
"South Carolina."
"Really" she said. "I have family in South
Carolina."
"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your
sister's attorney. She asked me to give you your $15,000
inheritance."
The moral of the story is that three things in life
are certain:
1. Death
2. Taxes
and yes,
3.
Being screwed by a
lawyer!!