Sherri's Sock Hop (Paid Post #1)

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 Sherri the Cherry Queen was everyone's favorite sock hop diner waitress. People came far and wide for her shows. You see her desserts had a very special quality to them. The Sweeter the sauce the shorter she shrank.   
 Everyone knew this about Sherri, so they would order the sweetest meals they could, even if they weren't hungry or really couldn't handle anymore sugar.
 One day Sherri was feeling, well down, but not in a fun way. She was towering over her counter, hunched over circling her finger in a small water puddle left but a patron's glass. In stepped a well dressed man, suit to the nines. He saw her downtrodden look and knew just what to order to make her happy.
 “Bag of Sugar please.”
 “What!?” Sherri was a bit shocked, of all her years of making a tiny tiny name for herself no one had ever ordered a bag of sugar. It was Brilliant! And just what she needed.
 She hurriedly tried to find some sugar for her customer. She ran herself back and forth behind the counter. Everyone watching her become a little shorter with every “lap” she made back and forth. Also hearing her laugh with glee brought a smile to everyone's face.
 Soon Sherri wasn't able to reach the top shelf, thankfully is was at this moment she remembered that the sugar was in a floor cabinet and she hefted it up and placed it on the bar in front of the sharp dressed man. It was like watching someone trying to put luggage in the overhead compartment of an airplane. Sherri loved it!
 She was just short enough she could climb onto the counter before it was like trying to climb a cliff face. When she stood on the counter top she was eye level with the man sitting down and getting shorter by the second.
 “Love you Boo.” the man said smiling at her.
 “Love you too boo.” Sherri said leaning in for a kiss and finding her forehead bumping his chin. The man put his hand on the counter and she stepped up into his palm. He slowly picked her up raising her up and up and up. But no matter how fast his hand moved she just couldn't reach his lips. In her tiny squeaky voice she said “Let's go home sweetie pie.”
 “Sure thing sugar plum.” The man placed his wife Sherri in his suit pocket and took her home for some very naughty, but sweet, bedtime fun.