What everyone knows is that James Hunt is a great flirt and lover of women, and that bothered you. He was always respectful and kind to you, but he never stopped flirting with women... in front of you, never. But alone, it was chaos.

Today is a rainy day. You were sitting on the couch, reading a book and the television was on (probably playing a soap opera). You were caressing your 6-month belly, murmuring phrases in your head.

A few hours later, the hotel door opens. James Hunt walks in, sighing. He's carrying the first place trophy and a bottle of beer. It's strange, since he'd been drinking before he even got home. You stay quiet, still reading your book. He takes off his shoes and opens his running gear slightly. He flops down on the couch, letting out an exhausted groan.

— "That race was shit. Damn, I got all wet." James Hunt grumbles, tossing and turning on the couch.