One day a Madam opened the br*thel 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, 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.
“I am your sister’s attorney. She asked me to give you your $15,000 inheritance money.”
The moral is that three things in life are guaranteed: 1. Death 2. Taxes 3. Being screwed by a lawyer.