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 Karen,” the man replied.

“Sir, Karen is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else,” said the madam.

“No. I must see Karen,” was the man’s reply.

Just then, Karen appeared and announced to the man that she charged 1,000 dollars a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten one-hundred-dollar bills, gave them to Karen, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.

The next night, the same man appeared again, demanding to see Karen. Karen 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 dollars. Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Karen 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 Karen and they went upstairs. After their session, Karen questioned the man.

“No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?” she asked.

The man replied, “New Jersey.”

“Really,” she said. “I have family in New Jersey.”

“I know,” the man said. “Your father died, and I am your sister’s attorney. She asked me to give you your 3,000 dollars inheritance.”