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Saint Salvatori was a prestigious preperatory and finishing school unlike any other. Whether it was Fortune 500 CEO’s, Supreme Court Justices, or world renowned surgeons, authors and attorneys, there was a sly smile and a knowing glance with the common understanding that I lost my cherry at SS Prep!
Saint Salvatori Prep School, was not only New Hampshire's most highly recognized ladies collegiate prep and finishing school, it was the single largest contributor of freshman women to the Ivy League, Stanford, Vassar, Wellesley and Smith. There were strict rules, that you could not enter Saint Salvatori until you were 18 years of age, so women often spent their junior, senior and even one year of extra "finishing" before moving on. It was widely understood that these women learned skills, polishing, and training at Salvatori that would take them far in life as political and philanthropic leaders, business executives, doctors, lawyers and the performing arts. The preparation at Salvatori was considered to be like no other, and they were right! It was where girls became women. During this two-to-three-year phase the women transitioned from true innocence to seasoned and accomplished Salvatori women.
The St. Salvatori Headmaster, Father, Alexsei Drummond, was a legend in Education. He was a sought after speaker of international renown. Of course he would have had to be to have survived the “scandal”. An unwanted picture of a Salvatori girl being prepared for her senior excursion, had somehow made its way to the internet and become instantly viral. And while this scene was not necessarily surprising to the many accomplished alumni, it was quite shocking for those who considered the school the absolute pinnace of women’s Catholic education.
The savvy priest had quickly put the matter to rest. He had spoken to the girl’s parents regarding the unauthorized, and completely unacceptable behavior of the young lady in question. They had pleaded with him, that she needed Saint Salvatori now more than ever. He had graciously and generously relented. Yet, the school which reported directly to Cardinal Martini in Manhattan was suddenly under a whole new level of scrutiny. “For God’s sake Alexsei, how could you have been so careless, the discretion and firm control over leaks is one thing I have always counted on!” Father Alexsei was humbled, the Cardinal had been known to enjoy some of the priveliges available at St. Salvatori himself, but he made it clear certain changes must be made.
So, Father Phillip Domenici, the young nephew of the Cardinal of Chicago would be added to the staff. Phillip had just returned from Rome, where he had studied under the Pontiff himself. Phillip was seen a young man of unquestioned virtue. His role would be as an outlet for any student so tormented by the temptations of Satan as had the young girl in the photo. “I know, I know Alexsei, I tried to talk the Pope out of it myself, but he felt it necessary.” “But Cardinal, you know our ways here, we will beginning our trials for Senior Mistresses.” The St. Solvitori Mistress positons were the most desired and envied of all roles. The newly appointed Supreme Court Justice, Eleanor McMahon had been a Mistress.
Being named a Senior Mistress, technically referred to as the Senior Class President, Vice President and Secretary, was a free ticket into the school of your choice. It was also the key to managing all the liquor and drug distribution at the school, and having your run of the girls, well now the girls and boys, however you may choose to have them serve you. You would coordinate and make sure the faculty was taken care of, and coordinate all social events. They would also represent the school at several prestigious events.
Oh yes, that was the other change, for the first time in its long history, there were a handful of boys being admitted into each class. This had been the suggestion of Sister Angelique. Sister Angelique was the other person, who, along with Alexsei truly ruled the school. Alexsei and Angelique were generally aligned as two people could be, but she had brought this up most unexpectedly. Alexsei had felt wounded at the time, as if this henhouse needed another fox. Furthermore, although fully appreciating Angelique’s voracious appetites, he had not realized that she was so in need of new meat to be processed.
Angelique had been away for the last two months, and now, today, she was returning. The students would be arriving on Sunday so they only had a day to meet and discuss how they might navigate these new rules and policies. There were several new girls, with no prior experience who would be part of this year's class, Alexsei had to make sure that there were no repeats of last year's fiasco. “Damn! That little bitch Susan O’Connor” Alexsei thought, her sending out that picture to an old boyfriend had created all of this mess. Alexsei looked forward to having Angelique back and somehow getting Saint Salvatori back to the way they liked it. He had always marveled at how few of the faculty, other than the small handful who similarly indulged, had any idea of the true fabric of the school.
Alexsei was alone, sitting by the pool when he heard the tinkling of glasses in the distance. It was a tradition, they had the Olympic sized waveless pool and hot tub all to themselves. He did not even have to turn around and look. Alexsei knew it would be Angelique, the older but still incredibly sexy young. Come Monday she would be dressed appropriately, but as in every late summer session for the last five years, Alexsei knew she would be sporting a new bikini, largely, if not solely for his benefit. God he had missed her, God how he needed her now more than ever, “Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio or Chenin Blanc?” He inquired, not looking around but letting her know he knew she was there. “I have missed you…more than you know!”
Saint Salvatori Prep School, was not only New Hampshire's most highly recognized ladies collegiate prep and finishing school, it was the single largest contributor of freshman women to the Ivy League, Stanford, Vassar, Wellesley and Smith. There were strict rules, that you could not enter Saint Salvatori until you were 18 years of age, so women often spent their junior, senior and even one year of extra "finishing" before moving on. It was widely understood that these women learned skills, polishing, and training at Salvatori that would take them far in life as political and philanthropic leaders, business executives, doctors, lawyers and the performing arts. The preparation at Salvatori was considered to be like no other, and they were right! It was where girls became women. During this two-to-three-year phase the women transitioned from true innocence to seasoned and accomplished Salvatori women.
The St. Salvatori Headmaster, Father, Alexsei Drummond, was a legend in Education. He was a sought after speaker of international renown. Of course he would have had to be to have survived the “scandal”. An unwanted picture of a Salvatori girl being prepared for her senior excursion, had somehow made its way to the internet and become instantly viral. And while this scene was not necessarily surprising to the many accomplished alumni, it was quite shocking for those who considered the school the absolute pinnace of women’s Catholic education.
The savvy priest had quickly put the matter to rest. He had spoken to the girl’s parents regarding the unauthorized, and completely unacceptable behavior of the young lady in question. They had pleaded with him, that she needed Saint Salvatori now more than ever. He had graciously and generously relented. Yet, the school which reported directly to Cardinal Martini in Manhattan was suddenly under a whole new level of scrutiny. “For God’s sake Alexsei, how could you have been so careless, the discretion and firm control over leaks is one thing I have always counted on!” Father Alexsei was humbled, the Cardinal had been known to enjoy some of the priveliges available at St. Salvatori himself, but he made it clear certain changes must be made.
So, Father Phillip Domenici, the young nephew of the Cardinal of Chicago would be added to the staff. Phillip had just returned from Rome, where he had studied under the Pontiff himself. Phillip was seen a young man of unquestioned virtue. His role would be as an outlet for any student so tormented by the temptations of Satan as had the young girl in the photo. “I know, I know Alexsei, I tried to talk the Pope out of it myself, but he felt it necessary.” “But Cardinal, you know our ways here, we will beginning our trials for Senior Mistresses.” The St. Solvitori Mistress positons were the most desired and envied of all roles. The newly appointed Supreme Court Justice, Eleanor McMahon had been a Mistress.
Being named a Senior Mistress, technically referred to as the Senior Class President, Vice President and Secretary, was a free ticket into the school of your choice. It was also the key to managing all the liquor and drug distribution at the school, and having your run of the girls, well now the girls and boys, however you may choose to have them serve you. You would coordinate and make sure the faculty was taken care of, and coordinate all social events. They would also represent the school at several prestigious events.
Oh yes, that was the other change, for the first time in its long history, there were a handful of boys being admitted into each class. This had been the suggestion of Sister Angelique. Sister Angelique was the other person, who, along with Alexsei truly ruled the school. Alexsei and Angelique were generally aligned as two people could be, but she had brought this up most unexpectedly. Alexsei had felt wounded at the time, as if this henhouse needed another fox. Furthermore, although fully appreciating Angelique’s voracious appetites, he had not realized that she was so in need of new meat to be processed.
Angelique had been away for the last two months, and now, today, she was returning. The students would be arriving on Sunday so they only had a day to meet and discuss how they might navigate these new rules and policies. There were several new girls, with no prior experience who would be part of this year's class, Alexsei had to make sure that there were no repeats of last year's fiasco. “Damn! That little bitch Susan O’Connor” Alexsei thought, her sending out that picture to an old boyfriend had created all of this mess. Alexsei looked forward to having Angelique back and somehow getting Saint Salvatori back to the way they liked it. He had always marveled at how few of the faculty, other than the small handful who similarly indulged, had any idea of the true fabric of the school.
Alexsei was alone, sitting by the pool when he heard the tinkling of glasses in the distance. It was a tradition, they had the Olympic sized waveless pool and hot tub all to themselves. He did not even have to turn around and look. Alexsei knew it would be Angelique, the older but still incredibly sexy young. Come Monday she would be dressed appropriately, but as in every late summer session for the last five years, Alexsei knew she would be sporting a new bikini, largely, if not solely for his benefit. God he had missed her, God how he needed her now more than ever, “Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio or Chenin Blanc?” He inquired, not looking around but letting her know he knew she was there. “I have missed you…more than you know!”