Welcome back to the Beach Bachelor, where it is now day four!

We've already said goodbye to three of the ladies, Laura Wonglepong, Angie Cook and Rayne Olthylwell, which leaves just four in the house with Forrest – Vogue Super, Victoria London, Lute Abel and Betria Hollinter.

Last time, the scores changed again, there was more naked hot tubbing, chess games and cheating, camp fires and discussions, plus flirting and sandcastles, after which, Rayne was asked to leave.

Now! Time for Day Four...

“So, ladies, kissing today?” Forrest suggested, as three of the girls took their places in the hot tub.

“Nope.” Vogue replied, simply, trying to ignore the fact Betria was naked – again.

“Not today,” Victoria grinned, “though if you asked me tomorrow...”

Lute, meanwhile, was completely relaxed in a hot tub that she had to herself. No splashing and conversation to distract her from a little relaxation.

Besides, there was plenty of time to talk to Forrest later.

There were much louder topics being thrown around the conversation happening in the other tub.

“Seriously, do you even own a bathing suit?” Vogue demanded.

Forrest grinned, as Betria said, coolly, “I don't see the point in a swimsuit.”

Vogue just stared at her in disbelief.

“Lighten up,” Betria laughed, splashing Vogue, “it's fun!”

Vogue shielded her eyes, and Betria couldn't tell if it was from the splash, or her view.

“So how are you today, Victoria?” Forrest asked, ignoring the splashing match taking place between Betria and Vogue.

Victoria smiled, “Happy. Nothing better than spending time in a hot tub with a nice guy.”

“Nice?” Forrest chuckled, “You think I'm nice?”

“That's it, I'm jumping out of the tub,” Vogue announced, “I'm tired of being splashed in the eyes.”

And just like that, hot tubbing time ended.

After everyone was dressed again, Forrest decided he wanted to talk to each of the girls again.

“Hey Lute, how's things?”

“It's such a nice day! I can't wait to head out to the beach and make a ton of sandcastles.”

“Sounds interesting,” Forrest replied, feeling rather bored of making sandcastles, “let me know how your castles turn out.”

“You don't want to join me?”

“No, I'm going to spend the afternoon just talking to people.”

“It is a nice day for it.”

“Absolutely!”

As Lute was leaving the room, Betria wandered in, “What's up, Forrest?”

“Just trying to get to know you guys a bit more,” Forrest shrugged, “Lute seems very enthusiastic about how nice today is.”

Betria grinned, “Enthusiasm. Effort. Meh.”

Forrest laughed, “Guess so. So, Betria...what do you fear most?”

“Werewolves.” Betria replied, without hesitating. Forrest's eyes widened.

“But yesterday...when I cheated at chess-”

“It's cool, Forrest,” Betria cut him off with a smile, “you didn't know.”

“So why didn't you tell me?”

“It doesn't matter. That happened yesterday, Forrest, it's over.”

Forrest shrugged, “I wish you would tell me when I'm about to put my foot in it.”

“Like I said, it's fine,” Betria laughed, “come on, let's dance!”

“Good idea!” Forrest grinned, and the pair of them began moving to a stereo that was always switched on.

Once night had fallen, Forrest decided it was time he gave someone else his attention, and started talking to Victoria.

“So, Victoria, tell me something about yourself.” Forrest smiled.

“Like what?” Victoria grinned, “My love for partying? Or the fact I never hide anything?”

“You don't get tired of partying?”

“It's fun, isn't it? Isn't that was life is about? Having fun?”

“I can agree with that, life should be fun.” Forrest replied.

“Absolutely! Right, the upstairs hot tubs are empty, and I'm in the mood to relax, so I'll catch you later, Forrest.”

“Oh, okay. Talk to you later.”

Betria was sitting on the sand, watching the waves roll in, while Forrest moved around the house behind her.

For some reason, she was slightly worried.

She didn't want to leave in the morning, and in the last few hours, Betria had managed to convince herself she was next to go.

Forrest, however, wasn't thinking about who was leaving as he spoke to Vogue.

She laughed, “So my niece practically raised herself. Funny, huh?”

“Not really. I wanted to know more about you.”

“Me? Why do you want to know more about me?”

“How about because we've been living together for almost a week now, and I still hardly know you?”

“Chill, Forrest. This whole week is supposed to be fun.”

“Yeah...but I'm really starting to like you guys...I want to know who you all are, I want to know about the tricks you played as teenagers, what you fear, what you want from life...”

“Right now, I want to be jumping into that hot tub upstairs,” Vogue grinned, “you know where I'll be if you need me.”

With that, she was gone.

Forrest ended up outside, playing catch with Betria.

“Why did you throw the ball at my head?” She demanded, fiercely.

“I'm sorry?” Forrest offered.

“Not an excuse!” Betria laughed, and threw the ball as hard as she could at Forrest.

He returned her fierce throw with another one of his own, which narrowly missed her head.

“I'm sorry,” Forrest offered again, “I'm distracted. Maybe we shouldn't play catch anymore?”

Forrest offered his biggest grin when Betria glared at him.

“Come on,” she replied, “let's go inside.”

Inside, they tried to play a game of punch you, punch me, only to find that it didn't work out either.

“Seriously! That punch hurt! You intended for that to hurt!”

“I'm sorry? Again? Maybe we should just not play games...”

“I'm going to bed,” Betria told him, “I want an apology when I wake up.”

She winked at him, and left the room, leaving Forrest grinning to himself in the darkness.

The next day, Forrest arranged to see each of the girls on one of the balconies, each at different times. Betria was first up, as the 'dates' ran in alphabetical order.

“I'm sorry I punched you,” Forrest told her, “I didn't mean it in a nasty way.”

Betria laughed, “I was joking when I asked for an apology, you know.”

“Then let me take this opportunity to tell you that this beautiful morning does not compare to your beautiful face.”

“Forrest, that's cheesy, even for you.”

“What? Should I sing about you instead? Would that be more appropriate?”

“Betria is a beautiful!” He sang, cheerfully.

“Forrest, get up,” Betria said, though she was giggling, “I'm going down to the beach. Want me to send Lute up?”

“Please.”

“How has your day been so far, Lute?” Forrest asked when she arrived.

“Perfect, thank you,” Lute grinned, “how about yours?”

“Not bad at all,” Forrest winked, “just admiring the beautiful view.”

“You don't mean that,” Lute blushed.

“Of course I do, Lute,” Forrest replied, “I really, really like your company. And you are beautiful.”

After that, it started to rain.

“Thanks, Forrest.” Lute smiled.

“You're welcome.”

Down on the beach, Betria was grinning and dancing.

“I really like him,” she grinned, “but I won't tell him. Not yet, anyway.”

“Victoria! I'm sorry it's raining just in time for our 'date'.” Forrest smiled.

“Not your fault,” Victoria shrugged a little, “we can still hot tub later, right?”

“Yeah, there's some downstairs hot tubs that are covered by a roof.”

“Besides, I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to see you in a bikini again.”

“Well, I can't blame you for admiring the view.” Victoria laughed.

“So I'll see you at the hot tubs after twelve right?” Forrest smiled, “That is, if you're not leaving today.”

“Try and stop me.” Victoria told him, with a smiling, before dropping his hand and leaving.

“I see someone has already been hot tubbing this morning.” Forrest noted.

“Yeah, then it started raining, so I didn't think it would be a good idea to continue.”

“Nevermind the fact you had to come and see me, too.”

“Well, there's that, too,” Vogue replied, “why would I want to miss an opportunity with you?”

“Hey, I'm supposed to be the one doing the flirting.” Forrest laughed.

“Honestly, if we ever got together, do you think you'd be the man in that relationship? No way.”

Forrest leaned and whispered into Vogue's ear, “Well, maybe we'll find out.”

Vogue grinned, and reminded him, “It's almost noon.”

Sadly, Forrest stepped back, “I know.”

The atmosphere as the girls waited for Forrest was grim – the room was almost silent.

“I don't want to go.” Betria admitted.

“Me either.” Lute agreed

The other two didn't get to add their opinions, as Forrest wandered into the room.

“Well, you know why we're here,” Forrest smiled, “no point dressing it up with a fancy speech. And it's not because I don't like you, when I ask you to leave. I do. We'll be great friends afterwards.

Anyway. Today I going to ask...”

“...Vogue to leave.”

“It's okay, guys, honestly. Now you be nice to the poor boy, I'm out of here – I'm going shopping with Rayne and seeing if Angie has lightened up yet. Maybe Laura will wanna hang out...”

So that's it for Day Four! We're now down to our final three contestants! And I've already played through most of Day Five, so expect an update soonish.

Anyway, the final scores:Betria: 158Lute: 154Victoria: 139Vogue: 120

Thanks to the simmers who let me borrow their sims – Heather, Beth, Crystal, Faye, Rai and Jo! :)