Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years of age when having sexual relations.
Season four finds Eve finally turning eighteen on December 21st. She turns eighteen in episode 12 during the meeting with Helen Potts. With Vanessa and Mike consumed by their new neighbor, Mike puts off initiation of Eve. Once they had their encounter with Helen Potts, the holidays are upon them and Eve begins to wonder if her father would ever look to her for comfort. Getting a little ahead on the game, so sit back and enjoy the encounter with Helen Potts (Patricia Richardson, Mike's previous wife on Home Improvement)
Early in the morning, Mike and Vanessa were woken from their sleep by the constant barking of Chuck Larabee's German Shepard. It seems Chuck's neighbor, one Helen Potts is once again running her tile saw early and this caused the dog to bark constantly.
After Mike talks with Chuck and found out he never could reason with her, Mike took matter into his own hands and headed over to Helen's house to speak with her. When he entered the back yard and saw her, he had a case of Deja Vu, "Boy, have we meet before?"
She looked him in the eye, "You do look vaguely familiar." She was dressed in a man's flannel checkered shirt and quilted vest and blue jeans, not very feminine. Her long dark brown hair was pinned up in a sloppy bun and she looked annoyed.
He tried to ease into the conversation, "Is this your tile saw? It's a nice one."
"You like tools?"
He snickered, "Not as much as I used to. So, other than making a lot of noise, what are you doing out here?"
"Ugh, I got a million things to fix around the house. My idiot husband thought he was quite the handyman...but mostly, he just set stuff on fire, blew things up, and complained about my cooking."
He chuckled, "Sounds like a fun Tuesday night. (That was the night Home Improvement used to air).
"You should try putting up with him for eight years. Eight Long Years!"
"The thing is, this saw is making a lot of noise, and it's bothering the dog next door. Who's barking and keeping everybody awake. Is there a way you could just start the sawing a little later in the morning?"
"Sorry, I do my best work in the morning."
He groaned, "I used to get my best sleep in the morning" He walked into her back door and knocked, "Excuse me."
She let out a sigh, "You again? Look around, my husband is the reason why this place is such a mess. He was always souping up all of our appliances. He rewired our waffle iron so it went up to 1,000 degrees. You know what melts at 1,000 degrees? A waffle iron."
He tried to reason with her, "Listen, if you're gonna saw in the morning, why don't you do all of us a favor and just don't do it on the weekends?"
"You know, this is America, I can run my tile saw whenever I want."
He tried again, "Actually, in this part of America, there's a law against doing construction work before 7:00 A.M"
"So. you're gonna bring the law into this? Wait, wait, aren't you the guy that has the flagpole?"
He nodded, "Yeah!"
"A pole that size has got to be against some kind of building code."
"Yeah, but my pole doesn't wake people up in the morning."
She chuckled, "At your age, "I'm not surprised."
"Alright, alright, so you take a shot at me, you don't like the American flag---."
"It's not the American flag that I object to. It's when you fly your Broncos flag. I prefer Oakland."
He groaned out, "People in Oakland, don't even prefer Oakland."
"You know, I think it's time for you to leave. This reminds me of talking to my husband. One more thing, you don't want me working out here on the week-ends, but during the week, i have my customers. I am a licensed Masseuse, and before you open your trap, no I DO NOT give happy endings."
He left and knew Chuck was right, she was a ball buster. He went shopping and returned home. He was happy, he was able to go to an ATM to get his money, go through a self-serve line at the grocery store and not once being bothered by people, it was fantastic.
Vanessa was listening to him, "Yeah, the people are happy about it too, honey. Well, lucky for you, I don't mind being friendly, so I went down to see Helen Potts."
He was in the pantry putting away the cereal he just purchased, "Yeah, what a nut bag, huh? It's amazing a woman with so many tools has so many screws loose." He walked out of the pantry and there, standing beside Vanessa was a cleaned up and sexy looking Helen Potts. He paused a moment and continued, "Hey, how are you?"
She had a glass of wine in her hand, "Hi, Mike!"
He looked to Vanessa, "Hey!"
Vanessa picked up her glass of wine, "I invited Helen over for drinks."
He nodded, "Yeah, see that, yeah!"
Helen chuckled, "Isn't that great? After we finish, Vanessa is coming over for a full body massage. You look tense, you look like you could use one too."
"Yeah, hope Vanessa can get you a to-go cup." He disappeared, hoping to avoid seeing her.
Vanessa and Helen sat in the kitchen and after finishing their wine, they headed over to Helen's house for her massage.
Helen had the table all set-up and she changed onto a pair of form fitting tights and a sports bra. She pulled her chestnut brown hair up in a ponytail and lowered the lights and turned on some soothing music.
Vanessa slipped out of her clothes and wrapped the large over sized towel around her and came out. She put her long dish-water blonde hair up in a bun and slipped to the large table. She looked out and saw a huge table with an assortment of tanks and armor vehicles on it. She looked to Helen, "Are these your toys or what?"
She chuckled, "No they were my husband's. I haven't had the energy to pack them up and sell them. He loved them, but couldn't take them with him. Knowing him, he would have if he could have." She adjusted the ring for Vanessa's head, "Enough about him, so you and Mike, married, how many years now?"
Vanessa let out a long sigh. This was something she needed for so long. "Aw well, let's see, Kristen is 24 now and we were married just over two years before I became pregnant with her, so we'll be celebrating our twenty-eighth this fall. How long were you married Helen?"
She ran her hands along the trim, tapered back on Vanessa. She gingerly swept her loose hair aside and worked on her shoulders and long, graceful neck. "Well, when I lost Tim, we were working on twenty-six."
Vanessa turned her head, "Lost him? I thought you two were divorced?"
Helen cleared her throat, "Well, no. I never said how we parted. I don't like to say he died."
Vanessa rose up, her large breasts swayed from side to side and she whipped her head around, "Oh my God Helen, I'm so, so sorry, I if had known."
Helen slapped her hard on the ass and yelled out, "STOP! See this is why I don't want people to know Tim died. I hate the looks, the sad expressions, just like you're doing right now. So please, don't tell anyone, especially to Mike. The last thing I need from him is sympathy. Do we have an understanding? If he ever finds out, you need to act like it is news, are we clear?"
Vanessa showed her sad eyes and she felt a stinging on her ass once again.
"I said none of that, stop it."
Vanessa wiggled her ass and giggled, "Okay, okay, no more spanking. I hate to tell you, but I sorta liked that, if you catch my drift."
Helen let out a chuckled, "Oh I get it, but haven't gotten it in well over a year, if YOU get my drift." She worked on the toned back and soon Vanessa was cooing as she really was relaxing for the first time in a few months.
Helen pushed the towel covering Vanessa's gorgeous ass and let out a gasp. She slapped it again, "Now that was a slap. Before it was through a towel and didn't do much."
"Why another, what did I do?"
She chuckled, "Nothing, but I wanted to see your reaction without the towel in the way. I also was dying to see that ass of yours naked. I wondered if it looked as good as it did in your tight slacks and dresses. Well, I have to tell you, it is amazing." She poured a large stream of oil on the hallow of her lower back and across those bubble butt cheeks and full, firm thighs.