By Justin Poppens He wasn’t prepared for what was behind the door. Leah had dark, shoulder-length hair that she always wore up, leaving her neck exposed. Her naked collar bone formed the top of an upside down triangle, and the spot where her cleavage tucked into her shirt formed the tip. There wasn’t really a lot to flaunt in that area, but she wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt fit her well. Robb met her only a few weeks ago at the college they attended. They were in the lounge between classes and she was a quarter shy of buying a soda from the vending machine. He gave her the coin. She thanked him and said she owed him one. He went back…