The Naughty Rooming House

By Dan Lee

An audaciously naughty, saucy and humorous story for adults. Six women and one very amply endowed man frolic in a rooming house.
George W. Melandorph, an accountant, is small in stature, but has an extraordinary gift. He runs from job to job to escape women hounding him for his male “equipment”. His attributes hinder his search for a woman who loves him for “who I am, rather than what I have”.
Settling in the fictional small Northern Indiana town of Woxland, George once again begins his search. This time he faces an amorous land lady, searches for a missing cashier, and uses his ample male organ to fund a future, all the while enjoying the company of six sexaholic females.
A new novella (longer short story) in e-book and paperback formats.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dan Lee
• Release date: Dec 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311537782

Dan Lee

Devon C. “Dan” Lee is a native of Wabash, Indiana. He grew up during the 1940’s World War 2 era, and the 1950’s. He usually writes about young adults (18-30) drawing on his own experiences, and those of others around him. Although fictional, much of what he writes has real situations he has lived as the foundation. Mr. Lee is a retired former journalist and businessman. All “Danny Boy Stories” are available in E-Book formats and in Paperback. His novels are: "120 Letters", and "The Bamboo Murders" (part of the Cain and Able Mystery Series). "The Family Unrelated", and "Defining Heroes", are novella collections of five and four complete stories.. Search for “Danny Boy Stories”. Web site: http://www.dannyboystories.com

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INTRODUCTION

The Naughty Rooming House

An audaciously naughty, saucy and humorous story for adults. Six women and one very amply endowed man frolic in a rooming house.

George W. Melandorph, an accountant, is small in stature, but has an extraordinary gift. He runs from job to job to escape women hounding him for his male equipment. His attributes hinder his search for a woman who loves him for who I am, rather than what I have.

Settling in the fictional small Northern Indiana town of Woxland, George once again begins his search. This time he faces an amorous land lady, searches for a missing cashier, and uses his ample male organ to fund a future, all the while enjoying the company of six sexaholic females.

A new novella (longer short story) in e-book and paperback formats.

Chapter 1

Friday, June 1, 1951

My name is George Melandorph...actually George Wadsworth Melandorph. I am an accountant by trade, and at the ripe old age of 33 ready to begin work as the new payroll clerk for Sears, Roebuck and Company in Woxland, Indiana, population 16,583. By the way, I don’t like being called a bean counter.

I have never been married, and I drive a restored 1932 Plymouth coupe I spent three years getting in shape. I suppose you want to know more about me? I’m not very big, five nine and one-half in my stocking feet, and weigh about 175 pounds on a good day. I was raised a Methodist, have not attended church for more than 13 years, and would rather have soup for dinner than anything else. I’m told I am reasonably good looking, have sandy colored wavy hair. I have no hobbies—unless you consider watching women a hobby—and generally keep to myself. I do like to read, mostly for information rather than entertainment.

Today, Friday, I’m moving into a rooming house I’ve never seen. I found it advertised in the classifieds. I rolled up in front of the place, an imposing 1890s style old home with a round tower on the left side. The big two-story also had a porch with railing on the front and right side, overlooking the street.

It was an attractive old house painted white with dark blue trim. Several years ago, the owner converted it into the rooming home.I pushed the button next to the heavy, carved front door. A very buxom woman in a bibbed house apron and matching flowered housedress answered the doorbell.

Hello, you must be Mr. Melandorph, I’m Cora Elliott, your landlady, she greeted cheerily. My, my, you are much more handsome than your voice on the telephone would lead one to believe, Mr. Melandorph, she said, patting my arm with her hand.

Although she made me a bit uneasy, my cheery landlady may be 50 or 55, and wears her slightly graying hair in a single braid with a ribbon. It falls nearly to the bow on the flowered apron she wears. A woman her age is supposed to look old, but she was neat, trim, appeared only about 35 or 40, and has a bosom large enough to see before she rounds the corner. All in all she was a bit of a plain, modestly attractive woman with no lipstick or makeup.

She pointed to the wide stairs on the left, took my free hand, and led me up the slightly curved staircase. I’m putting you in the corner tower room at the top of the stairs, Sweetie, she said. It is larger than the other seven rooms. I think you’ll be very comfortable. Please remember the downstairs is mine alone—my husband past five years ago. There are seven other roomers here, six women, and an older man, Mr. Clyde Gibson, who, by the way, also works in the Sears office. Keep in mind, there is one large bathroom in the center of the hallway, so you’ll have to plan accordingly.

Mrs. Elliott, unlocked the door to the room, marked ‘A’, and pushed it open. She stood smiling with her left hand high on the casement in a Rita Hayworth pose, her right hand gesturing for me to enter.

The room was large with the round tower portion in one corner. Very dark green draperies with some kind of tan flour de lies pattern flanked the three tower windows. The maroon carpet clashed with the pale green walls. The double bed looked much larger, the headboard painted glossy black, and there was no footboard. The closet was larger than most I’d seen. In the tower area was a small round antique table centered with an upholstered chair on either window side. Although gaudy, I figured it will be comfortable.

Mrs. Elliott took only one step into the room, leaning against the door jam, with her arms folded