Rough Diamonds Opening

Rit woke and rolled over.  The young Farang was still asleep next to him.  He eased himself out of bed and wandered naked, scratching his balls as he went, to the minibar and helped himself to a Singha.  They had finished the Heineken the previous evening, and he didn’t like whisky when he woke up.  But he needed alcohol.  He thought of calling room service for something to eat, but then he would have to dress.
He walked over to the window, drew back the curtains and went out onto the balcony overlooking the sea.  It was raining.  He enjoyed the cold rain on his body, it made his skin glisten and he felt refreshed.  Much better than a shower.  It looked like the storm was nearly over.  The dark clouds were heading inland and he could see the sunlight starting to hit the islands in the bay.