A madam answered the door of her brothel to find a distinguished looking man in his late forties standing there. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I want to see Carrie," he replied. "Sir, I have to tell you that Carrie is one of our most expensive ladies," said the madam. "Perhaps you would prefer someone else." But the man was adamant. "No, I must see Carrie." So Carrie was summoned, and she told the man that she charged $1,000 a visit. Without hesitation, he pulled out ten $100 bills, gave them to Carrie and they went upstairs. After his allotted hour was up, he left. The next night, the man visited the brothel again and insisted on seeing Carrie. The madam was amazed and explained that nobody had ever come back to Carrie two nights in a row because she was simply too expensive. When Carrie appeared, she reminded the man that she charged $1,000 an hour – and no discounts. Again he pulled ten $100 bills from his wallet, handed the money to Carrie and they went upstairs. An hour later he left. The following night the man was there again, demanding to see Carrie. Nobody at the brothel could believe that he was back for a third successive night but, as before, he paid Carrie $1,000 in cash and they went upstairs. After their session was over, Carrie said to him: "Nobody has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" The man replied: "West Virginia." "Really?" said Carrie. "I have family in West Virginia." "I know," said the man. "Your father died last month, and I am your sister's attorney. She asked me to give you your $3,000 inheritance."