The madam opened the brothel door to see a
> >rather dignified well-dressed, good looking man in
> >his late 40s or early 50s.
> >
> > "May I help you?" she asked. "I want to see
> >Natalie," the man replied. "Sir, Natalie is one of
> >our most expensive ladies, Perhaps you would prefer
> >someone else," said the madam.
> >
> > "No. I must see Natalie," was the man's
> >reply. Just then, Natalie appeared and announced to
> >the man that she charged $1,000 a visit. Without
> >hesitation, the man pulled out ten one-hundred
> >dollar bills, gave them to Natalie, and they went
> >upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.
> >
> > The next night, the same man appeared again,
> >demanding to see Natalie.
> >
> > Natalie explained that none had ever come back
> >two nights in a row--too expensive--and there were
> >no discounts. The price was still $1,000. Again the
> >man pulled out the money, gave it to Natalie and
> >they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.
> >
> > The following night the man was there again.
> >Everyone was astounded that he had come for the
> >third consecutive night, but he paid Natalie and
> >they went upstairs. After their session, Natalie
> >questioned the man. "No one has ever hired 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 $3,000 inheritance."
> >
> > The moral of the story is that three things
> >in life are certain:
> >
> > 1. Death
> >
> > 2. Taxes
> >
> > 3. Being screwed by a lawyer
> >
> >