Mr. Brown sat on his back veranda; rocking away, in the mist of the on coming thunderstorm. His mind could not help itself. It clambered its way back to that mystical and enchanted night, with is Sable-Ann. It was the Annual "MINT JULIP SOIREE & Republican Fundraiser of 2013,' at the WHISPERING RIDGE Resort & Plantation. Brown's family and old south owned it. His only fundraising goals on that night was getting his dear Sable-Ann to expose her precious jewels. Unbeknownst to Mr. Brown... Mistress Sable-Ann had precious treasures that not only blew back his hair... BUT HIS