Metro

Horny toad remains eager to sleaze

He’s free.

She’s toast.

Accused sex abuser Dominique Strauss-Kahn, short and stooped, strode into the courtroom sporting a natty gray suit and a scowl, to beg a judge to transfer him from the injustice of Rikers Island to the sumptuous home to which a man of his stature has grown accustomed.

Seeing his doormat wife, Anne Sinclair, sitting, miserably, front and center next to his daughter, Camille, Strauss-Kahn turned on an ear-to-ear grin. Just another day at the beach.

He put his stubby fingers to his lips and blew the little lady a kiss. Sinclair, looking as if she were in mourning in black and no jewelry, except for a slim wedding band, quickly returned the gesture. Ah, true love. Or need. Or something.

The wife of the now ex-International Monetary Fund chief and accused lowlife wannabe maid-rapist, looked as if a truck had hit her. A week ago, she was at her grandson’s birthday party in Paris. Now, she’s reduced to sitting on the New York courthouse’s hard wooden bench, staring, red-eyed from crying, at a husband who looked bored and annoyed, as if a pesky fly had entered his orbit.

He sat rubbing his pudgy hands together, over and over. At one point, he looked so sleepy, I feared he’d dozed off.

He sat up straight, however, as prosecutor Artie McConnell said things about him that another man would take as extreme compliments.

“He clearly has global influence and access to enormous” wads of cash, said McConnell, who asked the judge to keep the accused French felon locked up, or risk having him turning Roman Polanski and fleeing justice, never to return.

But Judge Michael Obus ruled that after Strauss-Kahn wakes this morning at Rikers, he’ll be allowed to move into a Manhattan apartment with his wife, if not a bed. First, he has to pay a million in cash, put up a $5 million bond and agree to being electronically monitored.

Easy for a man married to a loving moneybags. But with Strauss-Kahn’s alleged and proven skeevy history of hitting on ladies, some of whom said they didn’t want it, the doormat is just asking for a kick in the teeth.

I hope she knows what she’s getting into.