One day a 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
$5000.00 and gave it 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.
Valerie explained that no one had ever come
back two nights in a row -- too expensive --
and there were no discounts. 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. Everyone was 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 guaranteed:
1. Death
2. Taxes
3. Being screwed by a lawyer