This gay bator story is purely fantasy. Any resemblance to my real cousin is purely coincidental… I promise… “A voucher to…?” Todd asked as he opened his card, doing his best to seem excited and thankful “That camping place you like,” I replied quickly. “Oh. Great. Thanks cuz,” Todd shook my hand, his smile doing little to hide his disappointment.  I pulled him in close for a hug, close enough to say quietly in his ear, “There’s more. Just can’t let Grandma see.” I patted Todd’s back and took my seat again in the circle around the lounge room. The …